Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I look down at Logan. “You know this belonged to your dad, who was a motorcycle man?”
He nods, looking at the cut with awe.
“And this patch here, it’s a little hard to read yet, I think, but you remember how all the motorcycle men have nicknames?”
He nods again.
“Auntie Georgia called herself Peaches when she stayed here, and that’s why we put this patch on Ice’s cut with her name on it, so whenever you come here, you can see them still together.”
Logan’s lips quiver and his eyes get glassy. He knows that Auntie Georgia is the Mommy whose belly he grew in, even if I’m the Mommy who takes care of him every day, but he’s still figuring it out. This is still very emotional for him, especially with all the normally raucous and silly people he knows being so solemn.
“We’re just going to hang it up, okay?”
He nods, but he looks like he’s going to lose it, right up to when Stiff steps in and picks him up to squeeze him close. “There, now you can see better.”
I hang the cut and take a step back. Ice, in a worn bold patch over the chest, and then sewn on underneath, Peaches. Together as Logan’s father and mother, for the first time. God, maybe one of the guys can pick up and comfort me too, because now I think I’m going to bawl.
“Can you wave to Ice and Peaches?”
Logan waves.
42
DAKOTA
The funeral showed me what the guys would look like in suits, but it didn’t prepare me for what they would look like dressed for a wedding where we actually get to kick back and enjoy ourselves. They look amazing, all three of them. I found a very pretty dress in pretty lilac and black undertones that flares out when I twirl. It feels a little silly and girlish, but I love that. And the guys all have matching waistcoats for their tailored suits. When you’re built like three brick outhouses, finding suits off the rack is not an easy task, and they all decided that if they were going to do this thing, then they might as well do it “fucking right,” as Jackal said.
And in case anyone is wondering at all, I wasn’t wrong about my prediction that Lash would be the most drooled over person at the whole wedding, though he ended up having to share the position with Jackal and Stiff because I convinced him to ask if they could come as well. It got a resounding yes from Eric, who didn’t have much family to show and was happy to add to his list if it meant seeing his brother.
And when the other wedding guests started to realize that not only are all three spoken for, but they’re all together with little old me… well, maybe the boys have managed to make a little bit of an exhibitionist out of me, since I’m rather enjoying it. I can live with some death glares when it’s on the arms of the sexiest bikers on the planet.
Eric and his fiancée Camila chose not to have formal wedding parties, but we were seated at the family and close friends table. I think the organizer was a little confused about seating all four of us together like we were one couple, but maybe not. I’m sure they get all sorts of people.
It’s funny, because despite how different they look, when Lash and Eric stand next to each other, it’s immediately obvious that they’re brothers. Both in their features, but also how they stand and some of their mannerisms. Just that one shaves his head and has snake tattoos and the other one wears glasses and likes to play with numbers. Eric is just as tall as his brother, though, and built almost as strong. If he decided to ditch accountant life for biker life, he’d slide right in with a few tattoos. Visually, at least.
Dinner was amazing, and the bar is open, so it’s not long before we’re there, talking and watching the couples dance. Lash leans in. “Just gonna warn ya, this isn’t how we usually do it at the club. When we claim an old lady, I mean.”
I smile, imagining this party with the Outlaw Sons, the members shaking their butts to the chicken dance. “I think it’s nice that the club has its own rituals. Makes it special. It doesn’t have to be like everyone else.”
Stiff chuckles on the other side of me. “Dont’t think I’ve ever been to a country club before. It’s fancy, but no stained glass windows, know what I mean?” I look around following his gesture. The ball room could be a bit like the church in shape, and there’s even a balcony level above. That makes me think of the choir loft and what we’ve gotten up to up there. Several times now, to be honest. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the one that gets busy right in the middle of everyone like so many of them seem comfortable with, but overhearing it while staying out of sight is hot.